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never have to worry about. I’ve never seen two sisters so different. I love them both, naturally, but Miranda is my favorite.”
“She told me you were very close. She also told me if you and I didn’t get along, she would drop me like a hot potato.”
“She didn’t!” Missy acted shocked, but was obviously pleased to know she held such an important position in her granddaughter’s life.
“She most certainly did, but I admire her for being loyal to you. So tell me, Missy, how do I stay in your good graces so I can continue to date Miranda?”
“Make her happy, young man.”
Jack smiled confidently. “If that’s all it takes, you and I shall get along famously.”
***
She waited until they were on the coastal highway to ask. “How awful was it?”
“Not too bad,” he shrugged, “although I can now sympathize with the victims of the Spanish Inquisition.”
Miranda grimaced but managed to refrain from groaning out loud. “Go ahead, lay it on me.”
Jack couldn’t help himself. “She told me if I got you pregnant I would have to marry you.”
This time the groan erupted before she could stop it. “Tell me you didn’t admit we were sleeping together.”
“Not outright, but my stuttering pretty much gave it away.”
Miranda’s eyes widened, though she wasn’t entirely surprised. “She asked you point blank?”
“Does Missy ask any question in a manner that isn’t point blank?”
“Unfortunately, no. She couldn’t have been too hard on you though.”
“What makes you say that?” He thought the old bird had done a pretty good grilling job.
“You didn’t suddenly remember an appointment and race for the door.”
“That’s because she threw me for such a loop I couldn’t think straight.” He reached out and took Miranda’s hand when she glanced at him sharply then turned her face to the window. “Sweetheart, I was only kidding. You don’t honestly believe anything your grandmother said could change the way I feel about you, do you?”
“I wasn’t sure. She can be pretty blunt sometimes. I’ve never brought anyone home to meet her before so I didn’t really know what to expect.”
“I know, she said you didn’t date much.”
“Good Lord, is there anything she didn’t tell you?”
Jack grinned. “Yeah, but in her defense, we didn’t have much time.”
“I’ll have to remember that and keep our visits short and sweet. So where are you taking me?”
“First stop, a lovely boutique called Elizabeth’s.”
“Jack, I told you not to buy me things.”
“No,” he corrected, “you told me I didn’t
have
to buy you things. Let me do this for you, Miranda. No offense, sweetheart, but I’d like to see you in something besides beige, black, or brown.”
Miranda looked down at the chocolate colored blouse and beige slacks she had on. “I guess I do look a bit drab,” she frowned.
“You look beautiful, but you’ll look even better once we liven up your wardrobe. Now, tell me more about your family. Why do your parents live in Europe and how come your sister doesn’t live at the mansion?”
“Carrington Cosmetics is based in the south of France. My father got tired of traveling back and forth, and since my mother adores the French Riviera, she didn’t put up a fuss about staying there.”
“Do you miss them?”
“I suppose. They were always jetting off somewhere, so we got used to their long absences. We traveled with them pretty frequently when we were younger, but as we got older, being pulled out of school and away from our friends wore on us. Bri became quite vocal about it, so they relented and let us move in with Missy.”
“Did Bri get along with your grandmother?”
“Not as well as I did. Bri is so vibrant
“She told me you were very close. She also told me if you and I didn’t get along, she would drop me like a hot potato.”
“She didn’t!” Missy acted shocked, but was obviously pleased to know she held such an important position in her granddaughter’s life.
“She most certainly did, but I admire her for being loyal to you. So tell me, Missy, how do I stay in your good graces so I can continue to date Miranda?”
“Make her happy, young man.”
Jack smiled confidently. “If that’s all it takes, you and I shall get along famously.”
***
She waited until they were on the coastal highway to ask. “How awful was it?”
“Not too bad,” he shrugged, “although I can now sympathize with the victims of the Spanish Inquisition.”
Miranda grimaced but managed to refrain from groaning out loud. “Go ahead, lay it on me.”
Jack couldn’t help himself. “She told me if I got you pregnant I would have to marry you.”
This time the groan erupted before she could stop it. “Tell me you didn’t admit we were sleeping together.”
“Not outright, but my stuttering pretty much gave it away.”
Miranda’s eyes widened, though she wasn’t entirely surprised. “She asked you point blank?”
“Does Missy ask any question in a manner that isn’t point blank?”
“Unfortunately, no. She couldn’t have been too hard on you though.”
“What makes you say that?” He thought the old bird had done a pretty good grilling job.
“You didn’t suddenly remember an appointment and race for the door.”
“That’s because she threw me for such a loop I couldn’t think straight.” He reached out and took Miranda’s hand when she glanced at him sharply then turned her face to the window. “Sweetheart, I was only kidding. You don’t honestly believe anything your grandmother said could change the way I feel about you, do you?”
“I wasn’t sure. She can be pretty blunt sometimes. I’ve never brought anyone home to meet her before so I didn’t really know what to expect.”
“I know, she said you didn’t date much.”
“Good Lord, is there anything she didn’t tell you?”
Jack grinned. “Yeah, but in her defense, we didn’t have much time.”
“I’ll have to remember that and keep our visits short and sweet. So where are you taking me?”
“First stop, a lovely boutique called Elizabeth’s.”
“Jack, I told you not to buy me things.”
“No,” he corrected, “you told me I didn’t
have
to buy you things. Let me do this for you, Miranda. No offense, sweetheart, but I’d like to see you in something besides beige, black, or brown.”
Miranda looked down at the chocolate colored blouse and beige slacks she had on. “I guess I do look a bit drab,” she frowned.
“You look beautiful, but you’ll look even better once we liven up your wardrobe. Now, tell me more about your family. Why do your parents live in Europe and how come your sister doesn’t live at the mansion?”
“Carrington Cosmetics is based in the south of France. My father got tired of traveling back and forth, and since my mother adores the French Riviera, she didn’t put up a fuss about staying there.”
“Do you miss them?”
“I suppose. They were always jetting off somewhere, so we got used to their long absences. We traveled with them pretty frequently when we were younger, but as we got older, being pulled out of school and away from our friends wore on us. Bri became quite vocal about it, so they relented and let us move in with Missy.”
“Did Bri get along with your grandmother?”
“Not as well as I did. Bri is so vibrant
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